When I was little
My grandfather would read to me
An old copy of Watership Down in our hands
Torn at the edges and weathered at the spine
Nothing made me happier than that book
Nothing made him happier than me

When I was a little older
I would read to my grandfather
A Dr. Suess book upside-down in my hands as I babbled
I was a reader, the one thing he wanted in a child
Nothing made me happier than being with him
Nothing made him happier than me

As time flew by
I no longer saw my grandfather
1,000 miles is a long way to travel regularly
And he did not have the abilities of a man he used to be
He lost hearing and memory
But he never forgot me
Nothing made him happier than me

A few years later
I could never see my grandfather again
It was peaceful, it happened in his sleep
The day I learned I locked myself in my room for an hour
When I finally let my dad in
He told me with teary eyes that
Nothing made him happier than me

A week later we were in Buffalo for the funeral
We were sorting out some books and pictures when I found it
An old copy of Watership Down
Torn at the edges and weathered at the spine
Memories rolled in fast with the tears
Nothing made me happier than him